Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 16, 2006 2:12:55 GMT -5
Name: Shadowpaw
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Shadowclan
Description: Shadowpaw is a lanky and long-legged cat with smoky dark fur, not too dark but not pale either. He has a long tail that is slightly sharp and pointed at its tail-tip and smooth fur. The smoky coat is slightly ruffled at his neck fur like a fluffed up thin mane and his paws are tinted darker than the rest of his body, which lightens as it looms toward his back. His back is the same smoky color but a lighter shade, glowing silver in moonlight. He has large, wide yellow eyes and sharp somewhat big ears. His body is slightly thin and his face is slightly narrow.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Lebanon/XA9U9060.JPG
Personality: Shadowpaw is a young tom that never ceases to be in motion. He's constantly bounding around the camp trying to prove that he's a good warrior. However his huge anxiety, bordering on panic, often makes him flabbergasted and clumsy, usually messing up anything he tries to do. He also has the habit of either thinking too much on small details or not thinking at all about large things. Loyal at heart, he's a good tom but his hectic ambition for warriorhood can be dangerous to him and other cats. He may come off as shy in the beginning but Shadowpaw can be quite confident when he wants to be, usually ending up in another tangled mess of long legs and long tail.
History: Shadowpaw was an only kit so his mother was often very protective of him, especially when she found out how much trouble he seemed to get in. Even though young, the tiny kit was marveled at the warriors of his clan and was in total awe of his leader, wanting to become just as good a warrior as any. Besides living a normal life, Shadowpaw had the tendency to break rules because of his rambunctious and clumsy nature. Even though he meant no harm, his actions caused him to almost constantly be in trouble.
During a summer day, his clumsy actions almost got him killed as a kit when he happened to wander out of the camp out of boredom. The tiny Shadowkit had been carelessly chasing after a butterfly when a sudden roaring noise drew his curiosity. Going off to investigate, Shadowkit wandered far from the Shadowclan camp and found himself face to face with the Thunderpath. The sight of the large thundering road made every hair stand on his pelt and he was almost blown away when a large monster rushed past. The force of it was almost enough to send him crying home until another monster suddenly veered off the path and surged straight at him. Shadowkit doesn't remember much after that, only knowing that he had been saved by one of the passing patrols, though the specific warrior that saved him went untold.
Afterwards, he went about his life in the usual way a kit should and was all but overwhelmed when he was finally named an apprentice. Shadowpaw doesn't go to the Thunderpath anymore, too frightened and traumatized after his experience as a kit. He's even developed a large heart-stopping phobia of monsters, more than the usual fear cats have of them. However he's still a clumsy good-natured tom, if a bit dim-witted at times.
IC: The Thunderpath lay almost silent in the inky night, a cool breeze drifting across the lands. The old road was quiet this time of the seasons, no Twolegs camping out in the wide stretch of cat territory except for those by the horse barn. Yellow eyes gazed at the old road warily, a dark ear twitching lightly. With careful steps, a lanky tom padded out of the safety of the trees and strode to the Thunderpath. Raising his head and gazing around, Shadowpaw heaved a relieved sigh, "Nothing out of the ordinary. Everything's quiet. No Twolegs, no m-monsters, just the old Thunderpath."
Licking his lips nervously, the smoky tom turned to walk back to his camp. Lights suddenly flashed and Shadowpaw turned back to the old path with a gasp, frozen like a deer as a pair of headlights rushed at him.
"W-What?" a gasp came from black lips and yellow eyes snapped open as Shadowpaw jerked in his sleep and looked around wildly. Paws trembling from the adrenaline that his nightmare had coursed through him, the tom glanced around and shuddered, "I-It was only a dream. J-Just a dream."
Heart still beating, the tom lowered his head and curled back to sleep, but his yellow eyes still glared in the dark of the den.
Password: Secrets
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Shadowclan
Description: Shadowpaw is a lanky and long-legged cat with smoky dark fur, not too dark but not pale either. He has a long tail that is slightly sharp and pointed at its tail-tip and smooth fur. The smoky coat is slightly ruffled at his neck fur like a fluffed up thin mane and his paws are tinted darker than the rest of his body, which lightens as it looms toward his back. His back is the same smoky color but a lighter shade, glowing silver in moonlight. He has large, wide yellow eyes and sharp somewhat big ears. His body is slightly thin and his face is slightly narrow.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Lebanon/XA9U9060.JPG
Personality: Shadowpaw is a young tom that never ceases to be in motion. He's constantly bounding around the camp trying to prove that he's a good warrior. However his huge anxiety, bordering on panic, often makes him flabbergasted and clumsy, usually messing up anything he tries to do. He also has the habit of either thinking too much on small details or not thinking at all about large things. Loyal at heart, he's a good tom but his hectic ambition for warriorhood can be dangerous to him and other cats. He may come off as shy in the beginning but Shadowpaw can be quite confident when he wants to be, usually ending up in another tangled mess of long legs and long tail.
History: Shadowpaw was an only kit so his mother was often very protective of him, especially when she found out how much trouble he seemed to get in. Even though young, the tiny kit was marveled at the warriors of his clan and was in total awe of his leader, wanting to become just as good a warrior as any. Besides living a normal life, Shadowpaw had the tendency to break rules because of his rambunctious and clumsy nature. Even though he meant no harm, his actions caused him to almost constantly be in trouble.
During a summer day, his clumsy actions almost got him killed as a kit when he happened to wander out of the camp out of boredom. The tiny Shadowkit had been carelessly chasing after a butterfly when a sudden roaring noise drew his curiosity. Going off to investigate, Shadowkit wandered far from the Shadowclan camp and found himself face to face with the Thunderpath. The sight of the large thundering road made every hair stand on his pelt and he was almost blown away when a large monster rushed past. The force of it was almost enough to send him crying home until another monster suddenly veered off the path and surged straight at him. Shadowkit doesn't remember much after that, only knowing that he had been saved by one of the passing patrols, though the specific warrior that saved him went untold.
Afterwards, he went about his life in the usual way a kit should and was all but overwhelmed when he was finally named an apprentice. Shadowpaw doesn't go to the Thunderpath anymore, too frightened and traumatized after his experience as a kit. He's even developed a large heart-stopping phobia of monsters, more than the usual fear cats have of them. However he's still a clumsy good-natured tom, if a bit dim-witted at times.
IC: The Thunderpath lay almost silent in the inky night, a cool breeze drifting across the lands. The old road was quiet this time of the seasons, no Twolegs camping out in the wide stretch of cat territory except for those by the horse barn. Yellow eyes gazed at the old road warily, a dark ear twitching lightly. With careful steps, a lanky tom padded out of the safety of the trees and strode to the Thunderpath. Raising his head and gazing around, Shadowpaw heaved a relieved sigh, "Nothing out of the ordinary. Everything's quiet. No Twolegs, no m-monsters, just the old Thunderpath."
Licking his lips nervously, the smoky tom turned to walk back to his camp. Lights suddenly flashed and Shadowpaw turned back to the old path with a gasp, frozen like a deer as a pair of headlights rushed at him.
"W-What?" a gasp came from black lips and yellow eyes snapped open as Shadowpaw jerked in his sleep and looked around wildly. Paws trembling from the adrenaline that his nightmare had coursed through him, the tom glanced around and shuddered, "I-It was only a dream. J-Just a dream."
Heart still beating, the tom lowered his head and curled back to sleep, but his yellow eyes still glared in the dark of the den.
Password: Secrets
